I am gonna have a hard time bettering this week’s offerings next week, and suspect it could be time for a change in tack on the ‘romance’ front. Whereas the Haiku is clearly doing the dirty, this set of micropoems decides to be a bit more reflective in its dissection of passion between the sheets. However, people are still having sex, the word orgasm gets used and so this might cause a bit of a ruckus in certain circles.

Please consume your erotic literature (in all its forms) as responsibly as possible.

[This poem has now been redrafted, and can be found here.]


The Sensual World

My grasping hand pulls forward need,
Equal pressure soft lips will feed:
Upon the fruits these bodies yield
Whilst layered warmth ‘neath cotton shield.

As coupling becomes our dance
Desire fights passion, both advance,
Beyond the simple pulsing beat
Of small release; orgasms fleet.

Our coalescing, strengthened whole
Compelling mind, intertwined soul:
Together locked, deepening tryst
Where pain and doubt will not exist.

As each new spark of passion flares
Between us both burden declares
The strengthening of final form:
That redefines accepted norm.

Our sensual world is never far
Within whatever space we are
Requiring simple care to fuel;
Eternal fountain of renewal.